“This is a waste of time,” I say quietly, almost to myself. My voice sounds eerily calm after all the shouting. I let out a breath and look my father in the eye. “And you know what, even if you’re right about F1 fans, I don’t care. I don’t live my life to please ignorant people. And I don’t care about the opinions of small-minded idiots. And on that note”—I look at my watch—“I’ve got a flight to catch. Good luck with your lives. Feel free to reach out if you ever realize how despicably you’ve just behaved.” And with that, I turn my back on them and walk out of the house.
And the crowd roars!
